A fic journal of sorts. Most everything is slash, but there is a little het and a little gen mixed in as well. It'll be tagged if it's not slash.

Friend or don't, I'm indifferent and rarely update.


Fic/Drabbles by Fandom
- Criminal Minds
- CSI: Miami
- Harry Potter


On Ratings
I think ratings are fairly stupid, but in deference to most everyone else, I mark things as either adult or for anyone. Adult ratings are for anything with violence, sex (implied, mentioned and actual) or naughty language.


On Disclaimers
I think these also are fairly stupid and meaningless. It should go without saying that
1. I don't own anything to do with any of these fandoms
2. I don't make anything from my infrequent attempts at fanfiction
3. I don't wish to infringe upon anyone's copyright, but will continue to do so for entertainment purposes only

Puppeteering
Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini. Adult, for sexual situations. Fisting.
Notes: Written because of one of those weird random pairing + weird random situation generators. I've been told that this story is a bit unnerving. Hermione is terribly clinical and cold and there is a certain detachment in this situation, but there it is. Unbetaed. This was originally published under a different LJ, several years ago.



When Hermione Granger made her first visit to Hogwarts' library she never imagined that someday its contents would lead her here, behind the spell-locked curtains surrounding the bed of a Slytherin boy. She'd definitely never imagined this tableau: ( Blaise Zabini bent over on his knees, with his hands splayed against the headboard, his bum in the air, and her hand up his arse. )

Staking a Claim
CSI: Miami
Ryan Wolfe/Aaron Jessop. Adult-ish.
Notes: A double drabble, post "Open Water", but pre "One of Our Own". Unbetaed and more boring than I was aiming for. Doesn't confine itself well to the drabble format, really.



Sex with Aaron was oddly gentle, even at its most frantic. He was so tentative, too uncertain by half, but eager to please. Aaron seemed to learn best by example; each move Ryan made was sure to be returned moments or days later. Ryan wondered sometimes if Aaron had been a virgin or inexperienced. He worried that this was just more of Aaron's deference, like his shows of respect for his superiors, the way he treated every officer more experienced than he as a mentor, as if they all knew more or better than he did.

Ryan kept sex gentle.

But Aaron had had that look in his eyes as he talked with Delko, still reeking of garbage from the cruise ship, a look that spoke of something like adoration and was the same as the one Ryan had taken - mistaken? - for attraction a month prior. It was that look that brought them here: Ryan pressing Aaron up against the door of Aaron's apartment, treating him like a physical, animal creature, instead of a porcelain figure to sweep sweetly into sex.

It felt too much like marking his territory, and he was. No way anyone would take this from him.

No title
Harry Potter.
Harry/Sirius, pre-slash, I guess.
Notes: Started many years ago and never finished. In need of much editing. And an ending. And most of a middle.


Sirius stamped so hard walking into Grimmauld Place that evening that the house elf heads shook on the walls. He had had enough of this shit. He could understand that the trial of a supposed mass murder cum escape artist of the century cum necromanced-back-to-life is-he-really-human-anymore thing might concern the Wizengamut enough for a trial. But it had been three weeks of physically and emotionally painful memory extractions and they still hadn't even reached the night of the Potters' betrayal and deaths!

A lifetime of memories would take a lifetime to extract. Though, of course, that might be their intentions. ( Keep the scary wizard off the streets, and in prison if they could manage it. )

Imperial Gallons of Facts
Criminal Minds.
Spencer Reid & Aaron Hotchner. A quiet domestic scene, in an imagined universe in which they're in the early days of a relationship.
Notes: An unbetaed drabble. I can't recall if Reid's home has ever been shown on the show. Or if he reads anything for pleasure. Mostly developing an idea I've had about Reid and how he interacts with the world. Or rather, processes the world.


"I thought you'd have more books."

He'd never been to Reid's apartment before.

Reid frowned. "I quit buying them in college – just read them in the bookstore and put them back on the shelf."

Hotch lifted one from the shelf above the tv stand. "Do you enjoy books, Spencer? I've only seen you speed-read. For cases."

"I failed an English paper once for knowing just the facts and quotations. He said the subtext was more important than the text."

"Come sit," Hotch said, patting the couch. "Just listen: 'Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls...'"

Shivering
Harry Potter.
Harry Potter/Sirius Black, sort of. Adult. Wanking.
Notes: Unbetaed. Written in 2005 as a giftfic. Originally published under another LJ name.

Harry was shivering; even the bath didn't warm him. He hadn't expected Grimmauld Places 11 and 13 to be surrounded by Dementors: it was an unpleasant welcome, to say the least, exacerbated by the presence of a sneering Snape who came out to help fight back the Dementors. And then by Sirius' mother, who seemed to have been hit with a Sonorus charm. ( And then by Mrs. Weasley, who shouted at Harry for daring to leave the Dursley's unescorted. )

This was originally published online under a different LJ name. It's unlikely anyone will remember, but I ought to say so anyway. It's... several years old.

Pretense
Harry Potter
Harry Potter/Sirius Black. Adult, for sexual situations
Notes: There was a second drabble that went along with this, from Harry’s point of view, but I can’t find the file for it anymore.

Sirius keeps his eyes closed when he fucks Harry. Or fucks him from behind, one hand clenched in Harry’s unruly hair. He can’t bear to look into those sorrow bright eyes, not while slippery skinned and stretched over Harry’s body.

He’s been quiet since he came back through the veil and so he thinks that Harry doesn’t notice the silencing charm he wordlessly, wandlessly, places over his own mouth when they fuck. Thinks Harry doesn’t notice he moans James’ name into Harry’s back, the side of Harry’s neck, Harry’s hair. Doesn’t wonder why Harry lets him, why Harry craves it.

This was originally published online under a different LJ name. It's unlikely anyone will remember, but I ought to say so anyway. It's... several years old.

You're dead to me, Sirius Black!
Harry Potter.
Sirius Black/Emmeline Vance, implied Sirius Black/Remus Lupin.
Notes: Written for an "Your Ex-Lover is Dead" challenge. Works only on the assumption that Emmeline was in school at the same time as the Marauders, which, well, I don’t think she was. But never mind that. My explanation for the Snape+Whomping Willow+werewolf event.

"How could you do this?" Emmeline shouted in the middle of the Great Hall.

Silence fell like Mrs Norris being dropkicked over a banister while the Marauders crept around after hours.

"I would never do anything to you, Em. I love--"

"I saw you! And him!" She pointed at Remus. "Sneaking outside together. Without Potter. S-someone told me about you two. What else could..."

He couldn't tell her. He clasped Remus's hand instead.

"I'm sorry, Emmeline..."

"You're dead to me, Sirius Black."

Snape grinned from across the room. "Got you," he mouthed at Sirius.

I'll get you back, Sirius thought.

This was originally published online under a different LJ name. It's unlikely anyone will remember, but I ought to say so anyway. It's... several years old.

Fly Alone
Harry Potter.
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, SB/James Potter, Peter Pettigrew. Adult-ish for sexual situations.
Notes: I tried to cut it back to 100 words, but couldn't manage it, so this is a bloated drabble: it got greedy and wanted too many words.

Sirius did not want to take Peter up on his bike.

It was the coolest thing he’d ever owned: he wanted to show it off, but… It was sexy with Remus; embarrassing with James. Peter would be… disturbing.

It was like the first time he rode a broom: cock suddenly hard against the vibrating wood. Remus rubbed against Sirius’ arse until he came, groaning in Sirius’ ear. James scooted so far back on the seat, Sirius thought he’d fall off until he tugged him up close, and James whimpered It doesn’t mean anything over and over until he too came. But Peter… Peter was still waiting.

Maybe he could fly alone.

This was originally published online under a different LJ name. It's unlikely anyone will remember, but I ought to say so anyway. It's... several years old.


He Can't Remember
Harry Potter.
Fred Weasley/George Weasley. Adult, for sexual situations.
Notes: Written for a squick challenge at a drabble community.

Fred can't quite remember anymore how this happened.

He knows it was after they caught his bed on fire doing experimental potions one summer, and it was before they started sharing a bed at Hogwarts their fourth year. Sometime between the two, separate blankets and pillows turned into the slide of lips, tongues and then, much later, skin.

Fred wasn't George's first kiss, though George was Fred's first. Fred thinks – vaguely hopes – they're each other's first with this. And Fred can't remember how this happened, but with George's cock pressing there and his mouth kissing here, Fred doesn't really care.

Tomorrow
CSI: Miami
Ryan/Eric drabble. Adultish.


Eric's mattress is old and sags in at the middle so that even after these most frantic, angry fucks, after a day of stepping on one another’s toes in the lab in the hummer on the scene, they always come to cocooned together in the centre of the bed, too warm, too close.

Ryan leaves then, his expression too subtle to read, the lines of his shirts as crisp as always, unmarked by the ninety minute stint in a heap on the floor against the wall. He nods goodbye, always locks the door behind him.

They'll do this again tomorrow.